A SPECIAL BREW CREW

We used to be such bonhomie brothers in revelry now like ghosts of the good Life we haunt past each other in the street averting our guilty gaze towards one anothers feet , the spirits and spectres have long since been exorcised by the big dry of sobriety which has turned us all into rational respectable members of society ; today we don't strut so proud or shout too loud , we just shuffle past with eyes down cowed and heads lowered and bowed.